A Super Christmas

Mild-mannered Maggie burst out of her high-rise office building and slalomed through the pedestrians. Though she could hear an argument ten blocks away and easily zoom in to settle it, she tuned out the minor distractions to focus on her main objective. Checking her watch, she accounted for traffic conditions and weather and grinned. She was determined to make it home in time. “Oh, dear.” The small lament tugged at her as the streetlight changed for her to cross. Behind her, a heavily laden, elderly lady hobbled to make the light, but dropped one of her packages. Maggie sighed and went back to help the woman, who thanked her profusely as they crossed. Nodding, Maggie checked her watch again. She still had enough time. As she waited at the bus stop, a blur sped by her and grabbed the nearby Salvation Army bucket from underneath Santa‚Äôs nose. She cursed under her breath and sped after the jingling thief, not worrying how she looked running down the sidewalk in her tight-skirted suit and high heels. Apparently, everyone else was too involved in their own cellular worlds to care. Maggie’s blood boiled. Not on Christmas Day! “Gimme your wallet.” Maggie paused her pursuit at the all-too-familiar words of a mugging. She peered down an alley where a scrawny guy was pointing a gun at someone. Maggie shook her head. Really? She took off one of her heels and flung it at the fleeing felon, striking his hand before he rounded the corner. He dropped the collection bucket with a squeal, turned back to sneer at Maggie, then ran off as nearby citizens filmed him with their phones. Maggie hoped one of the bystanders had the sense to call the police. Dashing down the alley, she saw...